FIRE&ICE | regulus black

FIRE AND ICE DO NOT MIX. Regulus is well aware of this fact. Darlene, it would seem, is not.

For Darlene Crouch is warmth. She's the spark of your lighter, the feel of burning liquor in your throat, the buzzing energy of a loud crowd. She is everything that Regulus is not. Everything he hates, yet everything he craves all at once.

Because Regulus Black is cold. He is the bitter breeze of a winters night, a morning frost that kills your crops, the dull silence of a lonely house. Her flame will dampen, his skin will burn. Why does she not understand?

OR

Two idiots find love within the raging chaos of war.

[ regulus x oc.
marauders era ]